Stormy Weather, oh,
balls... I mean, baseballs.
May 30, 2007
Wow... talk about being conflicted... I really don't know what to name this
page. It started out as a regular page and morphed into something else. For
starters, Joe invited me to join him and a few friends for a Lake Elsinore Storm
baseball game. I don't go to ball games unless it is with Joe because I really
don' t give a shit about baseball... or any kind of ball for that matter.
But Joe is a lot of fun and now that he has a new heart he is more fun than
ever. (I guess getting a new lease on life will do that for you. I' m incurable
so that's why I'm still such a little shit.) Joe didn't tell me that he was
bringing others until it was too late. I found one of them wandering around lost
in a parking lot and the other was stuck in traffic. (Yeah, sure... that's what
they all say.)
Anyway, we went to the game and razzed Herm a lot. Don Jones is the newest
addition to the group. He possesses a number of valuable traits. Among them, he
laughs when we screw with Herm's head. Why? Well frankly, I'm not at liberty to
say.
Here are the photos from the game. A good time was had by all and if they
deny it, they're lying.
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